Time travel rebellion, I'm serious

The sunset is red, blood is red, and the flame is red.

In Liaocheng, the Han army and the enemy launched a tug-of-war.

Many people died without getting what they wanted.

The city wall has been breached by the coalition forces, and the two sides are fiercely fighting for the city wall. Blood is flowing like a river, and the soldiers scream and fall off the city wall.

As for Alliance Army, he was already a crazy gambler at this time.

"Almost!"

"Just a little bit!"

"Why is it always so slightly different?"

"It will definitely work this time!"

"It will definitely work this time!"

"Believe me!"

At this time, they do not know what the cost of silence is, nor do they know their own psychological state.

The only thing they know is, "It's just a little bit closer. If we work harder, we can take Liaocheng!"

But as time goes by, Liaocheng is still a piece of meat in front of you, but you can’t eat it!

"Perhaps we were deceived!"

Some people came to their senses, but they didn't dare to say anything. After all, no one knew what they would do to those who were betting on them.

Stud, all stud!

Since there's only a little difference, let's stud!

Stud is a kind of wisdom.

Stud is an attitude!

"Charge forward and capture Liaocheng without ever sealing the edge. I take credit for all of you. Knight Baron is not a dream!"

Count Alexander fought hard.

Since the Han army is engaging in such dangerous things, even if it is powerful, it seems that it is out of control at this time.

"The city is broken, retreat, retreat!"

The Han army began to retreat, and the Rakshasa barbarians' advantages continued to expand.

excited,

So excited!

Rakshasa attacked even more frantically, victory was in sight.

"The heavy armored infantry steps forward and pushes the enemy back!"

Soon, groups of heavy armored infantry came out of the city wall. They were holding Mo Dao. Under the leadership of Xiao Yutou, they looked like a wall of sharp blades.

"collapse!"

The Rakshasa barbarian's weapon struck the heavy armored infantry, causing the tiger's mouth to hurt.

"Knights, these people are all knights!"

The Rakshasa who faced the enemy shouted in terror, but the one who responded to him was Mo Dao being raised high.

"Pfft!"

The enemies in front of you are all crushed!

"Do not......"

When the Rakshasa Man behind saw this scene, he was so frightened that he wanted to turn around and run away, but he had no way to retreat and could only be pushed forward by the people behind him.

Then they could only watch in horror as the heavy armored infantry (knights) in front of them raised and brandished their swords, and then they died. The people behind were frightened and wanted to run away, but they continued to be pushed forward, and then continued to die.

This is like a magic spell. Under the frightening mask of the heavy armored infantry, there are extremely cold eyes and expressionless coldness.

Swinging swords and killing is their mission.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The heavily armored warriors stamped their feet on the ground with great momentum. Not only could the Rakshasa barbarians not be able to push them away, they were also decreasing rapidly.

"what is that?"

A group of nobles watching the battle from a distance looked at the black-armored Han army that suddenly appeared on the city wall, although they didn't know it was heavy infantry and couldn't even see clearly what it was.

But they knew that as these dark things came on stage, the empire's troops were retreating steadily, and the good situation they had originally occupied was being lost.

"It seems to be an army of the Han army!"

"How come the Han army still has so many trump cards?"

The Rakshasa Man didn't know why the Han army still had enough troops to continue fighting, but they understood that at this time they once again lost the opportunity to take Liaocheng in one fell swoop.

"I always feel like this is a conspiracy?"

Someone whispered, but it was just a whisper. Even if the people around him heard it, they didn't say anything.

Maybe they felt it too!

The attack failed again that day, and the morale of the Rakshasa barbarians dropped again. In the commander's tent at night, a group of nobles began to blame Count Alexander.

You must know that although there are high and low titles among the nobles, their status is theoretically equal. They are qualified to rebuke Earl Alexander, and with the defeat of the war, they are even more natural.

"Withdraw, we will withdraw tomorrow!"

Alexander was mentally and physically exhausted, and the huge losses made him no longer able to deal with the censure of the nobles.

"My Lord Count..." The young Viscount Henrietta still wanted to fight for it, but was stopped by Alexander.

The war has been lost and there is no need to waste it any longer.

Following Alexander's order, the camp cheered, and the news spread to Liaocheng that night.

"Rakshasa is about to run away!"

"Could it be a trap?"

"Maybe it is, maybe it's not!"

"Then what should we do?"

There was another long silence. Nowadays, the Rakshasa barbarians still have a lot of effective strength. If it is really a trap, I am afraid that they will not be able to come back after leaving the city.

But if it's not a trap, then it's just watching these Rakshasa barbarians escape, so all this long calculation and so many losses are in vain.

Someone said: "The Rakshasa barbarian army is quite large. Even if we break camp, we can't finish it all at once. Why don't we wait?"

Some people objected, "What you said is true, but what should we do if those guys run away? You must know that what we want to eliminate are not ordinary Rakshasa barbarian soldiers!"

In the end, division commander Feng Chao and Jijiu Lin Shi looked at each other and made up their minds.

"We will take the initiative tomorrow. No matter if it is a trap or not, we will eat it!"

Everyone looked stern and said in unison: "Yes!"

The next day, the Rakshasa barbarian rear army began to break out of camp, and the front army was ready to retreat, looking like it was ready to withdraw.

"Beat the drums and send out troops!"

The Han army took the lead in beating drums, then the city gates were opened wide, and groups of soldiers came out to form formations.

"My lord, the Han army has been fooled!"

Young Viscount Henrietta happily said to Count Alexander, "Should we take the opportunity to attack the Han army?"

Count Alexander stopped him, "No, continue to camp out and let the front army block them and hold them back, otherwise the Han army will run back if they attack casually."

His eyes were gloomy, "This time, we want to eliminate this Han army in the field, so we must let the front army entangle them!"

"I see!"

The young Viscount Henrietta understood Count Alexander's thoughts. Although such an operation was very dangerous, it was the only way to lure the Han army out.

After all, for such a long time, the Han army in Liaocheng was like a turtle huddled in its shell and never came out. Now to lure them out, they must be chopped off.

At this time, the Han army did not seem to know that this was a trap. The army was still forming out of the city in a steady stream, and then forced away the Rakshasa barbarian front army.

"Hold on!"

Seeing the Han army approaching with great momentum, a large number of Rakshasa barbarians were very panicked. Only the officers were running back and forth to stabilize the morale of the troops.

"We have a camp, the Han army can't rush in, hold on tight!"

"Now it's the Han army attacking us. We have the advantage. Archers are ready!"

Both sides were conveying orders quickly, the armies were constantly changing their formations, and a hail of arrows had already begun at the front.

"Fire arrows!"

"defense!"

"what......"

"Squire Knight attacks!"

"The 30th Militia Battalion is on top!"

The armies of both sides began to test each other. On the vast battlefield, the Han army gave up their advantage and chose to engage in a field battle with the invincible Rakshasa barbarians!